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Moving On - Tuesday Morning Writings #3

Lucy stared into the kitchen window, remembering the party tonight, thinking the mess was worth it, though she was disappointed Kyle wouldn’t be able to make it. Wonder why?</strong></em> She let herself into the house with her own key, after a quick trip to the local shops for some last forgotten items. Her parents had left early as they had a long drive that evening. It was so weird that Janet hadn't turned up. She and Lucy always helped each other out when they hosted these get togethers. Their old school crowd got together every so often while enough of them were still around and when Lucy knew that her parents would be out of town all evening, she knew it would be an ideal opportunity to call them all around - Kyle included.

Lucy had been fond of Kyle since schooldays, but somehow, things hadn't turned out the way she'd hoped. Janet, her best friend knew all about it. While Lucy was mixing salad, it suddenly hit her like a 'eureka' moment. Kyle had politely refused the invitation - most unusual - while Janet had promised to be here and hadn't turned up. The two of them were studying in the same college and Janet had been exasperatingly vague the last couple of times Lucy had brought up the subject of her frustration about liking Kyle and not getting anywhere with him. Call it intuition, but she knew Janet and Kyle were now seeing each other. It all fitted!

So where did this leave her and Janet?

"Exactly the same as before!" she declared to the empty kitchen. "She didn't steal him. He wasn't mine anyway. We'll still be friends."

One by one, her friends began to arrive with their friends and the house began to fill up. Ray, an old friend from school, who had always been very helpful, gave her some assistance with the work of looking after the guests. She felt surprisingly free, having no tension about Kyle's absence, nor Janet's.

As the evening wore on, she began to enjoy Ray's company more and more. After waiting so long for Kyle, it felt great to feel someone's arms around her, when she accepted his invitation to dance. Soon they were lost to the world.......

She felt a tap on her shoulder and she was informed that some more guests had arrived. Looking around, still within the protective circle of Ray's arms, she saw Janet and Kyle staring at her. They'd deliberated long and hard about whether to 'come out' as a couple at Lucy's party, but they reckoned that they were the injured parties having to sneak around for so long, to protect Lucy's feelings. It was time for Lucy to grow up, they felt. Well, it seemed she already had.

"I'm so glad you've made it over," smiled Lucy. "Go on, join the crowd, you know everybody. Catch you later!" She turned and went back to her slow dance with Ray. Kyle and Janet looked at each other, dumbstruck. This had been easier than they'd imagined!

This post originally appeared on Write Away on WordPress on 10/8/2010.

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